TIFU

So three days ago I got an email about some mentor program, which I suppose is gonna be juniors and seniors giving advice to us sophomores. Then the story begins.

I went there 5 mins late, and the group I was about to join seems eerily quiet, so I took a seat and without introducing myself, quietly hid in a corner and listened to what the 'mentor' has to say. Of course she boasted and talked like the perfect princess she is like how her first year dorm life went, how hard she partied, how much of a social superstar she is, blah blah blah. And then stood up to fetch up everyone's name tag, when she returned, she had a weird frown on her face.

"Are you a sophomore?"
"Yeah I am."
"Then why are you sitting here go share your experience with these newbies."

It literally took me 3 mins to realize that I'm suppose to be the mentor, not the mentee and all the ppl sitting there except for her were freshmen. I talked gibberish for a while and excused myself for all the impossible confusion and what have ya. So the group of 9 broke into two, hers with 7 and mine with 2, a guy and a girl. The girl that has just been sitting beside me and told me to sign up grew interested in my forehead, she stared at me as if I'm an ape, and for a whole 20 seconds my acne was burning. The guy decided to give me a break and not ask anything. I was trying my best to play cool, but its not happening anytime. Given that English isn't my first language and how poor I did in freshman year, the big boy look was instantly over. The two unfortunate ppl who decided to stick with me instead of that eloquenting girl bombarded me with questions which I didn't expect in the first place. I stuttered and fumbled, told them my first year wasn't going well, theology being dicking hard and math prof acting like a cunt all the time. And those two who are my mentee, who are one year younger than me decided not to take any of my shit. The guy said math is the easiest subject in the world, which makes sense since he's asian; and the girl, after figuring out that we have the same professor, said she doesn't think its hard at all and her professor's giving her one hell of an easy time. Words were gushing out my mouth like a fountain, I'm no native and I for Pete's sake couldn't figure out why so much nonsense decided to show up all at the same time. I said a lot, a whole lot of rubbish. And to cover up all the rubbish I just made I came up with even more, which makes sense. Confidence is my worst enemy.

Well what could I say? I was on the verge of being mentored. My men-tee, two native Americans were all tough and strong decided not to take any shit from a non-american weakling like me, who couldn't even say a sentence straight without stuttering. I never felt this helpless or desparate, so I just talked garbage for another half an hour, mixing linear algebra with stat II and logarithm with Astrology. In the end when the meeting was over, I talked nonsense, showed my weakest spot, and supposedly left the most negative impression a mentor can possibly have. The guys I'm supposed to advise looked at me like an idiot I am.

Lemme take a break.